Open: Mrs Peel at the bar

[mrs_emmapeel]

That, Mrs Peel decided as she strolled up to the bar, had not gone well. She leaned on the bartop. "Whiskey, neat," she said to the bartender as she ran over the evening's events in her mind

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[beige_doc]

The Doctor massaged his temples. He was having a hard time here and he'd only just arrived. He'd run into one of his future companions...who yelled at him for leaving Sarah Jane in Croyden. And abused him for something he hadn't even done yet...and since she'd told him he was unable to attempt to change it. [Damned] Blinovitch and his Limitation Effect

[mrs_emmapeel]

Mrs Peel flashed a grin at Wilson and nodded at the Doctor. She swung her long legs off the couch and stood up, strolling back over to the bar and settling on the stool between both of them. "Good evening, gentlemen," she said cheerfully. "More relcutant guests of the hotel, I'll presume, since our recalcitrant friend the barkeep doesn't seem to want to speak to either of you. I'm Mrs Peel. Mrs Emma Peel."

She set her glass on the bar top and tapped her fingernails on the side. "Another, if you please," she said to the bartender once he approached, making a face at his back once it was turned. "Shall we compare notes on what we've seen and learned, or just come together to drown our sorrows in this establishment's spirit cabinet?"